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Bakugan - What the heck is a Bakugan?

Short answer: Japanese crap.

Long answer: What Ian is banned from bringing to school by Mel and I and what Ian is banned to bring on the bus by his driver.

Really? This $3 piece of plastic is causing this much grief? Yup. Ian and his friends have been trading them like stocks (back when stocks were worth something). He and 5 other boys meet for a swap then battle each other with them. Ian thinks they are the coolest thing in the world.

Why yes, that is a Grey Poupon mustard jar. Did you really expect me to have French's Mustard, knowing my stand on the French???

So, these little plastic things fold up into a ball that when placed on metal, spring into their characters. Clever, but they drive me nuts. I step on them and now with the ban in place, they seem to be breeding here.

I suspect the little bugger is still bringing them to school. I've gotten calls from other Moms about if they are trading and helicopter-parenting concerns. Under my watchful system, it would be a miracle if he was able to smuggle these out of the house in the morning. Though, to be honest, the bugger did manage to wear his pajamas under his school clothes last week without me noticing. I am thinking of switching to hyper-caffine to become more alert.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Grey Poupon? Really? Isn't that DIJON mustard? Isn't that really from France?

I am calling out your Americanism here ... you won't put yellow mustard, clearly American, on your table because it is "French's", so you can put on a mustard that originated from the Dijon region in France in the 1770's?

Vive le France!

Sigh ...

Noj nOj noJ
The Big Melon said…
You got me.

I love mustard, and if that means I love something from France, then well that is a shame I will live with.

I've always said there are two things I hate: People who are intolerant of other people's cultures and the French.
Anonymous said…
French Toast, French Fries and French Roast Coffee ...

Your passionate stance against Lance also makes you, very French.

Noj nOj noJ

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